Clannad

Today, like any other day I stay in my dark room, sitting on the same chair as always, staring at the only light source - my monitor. I'm looking at Clannad. The window is closed and the curtains are dropped down, blocking even moon light, yet I feel a weak flash behind me and a breeze slightly waving my hair. As I turn around I see an old figure. A man who is seemingly in his 70's stands before me with a surprised expression. His face quickly changes into a grumpy but warm smile. He stands quietly next to me, gazing into the monitor and the only action I take is stare back at the screen silently. The episode of Clannad continues and I can hear his weak voice saying "Yeah, thats the stuff... How I missed those days." He whispered more and more each second, until he started muffling random sounds. I looked into his eyes, brown like mine and soon after he shut them. Small tears rolling down his soggy cheeks, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He cries exactly like me, hiccuping from time to time, leaning down. He sincerely thanks me and says my name, before vanishing like dust.

54 years later I still remember that strange event. I sit in the living room, watching my grandchildren play happily. I start to think about the good ol' times. Just as I close my eyes to rest a bright light appears. Clueless I walk towards it and then.... I see a young boy... And, well, heh. You know the rest of the story.